A Treatise On Poetry: IV Natura (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
Winter came as it does in this valley. After eight dry months rain fell And the mountains, straw-colored, turned green ...
I don't remember exactly when Budberg died, it was either two years ago or three. The same ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
In Rome on the Campo di FioriBaskets of olives and lemons,Cobbles spattered with wineAnd the wreckage of flowers.Vendors cover the ...
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne. So many words, so much paper, who can stand it. I told ...
When everything was fineAnd the notion of sin had vanishedAnd the earth was readyIn universal peaceTo consume and rejoiceWithout creeds ...
The pungent smells of a California winter, Grayness and rosiness, an almost transparent full moon. I add logs to the ...
Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold.The purest light of the celestial domehas burned me through. And now we ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A Fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
Human reason is beautiful and invincible.No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,No sentence of banishment can prevail against ...
All was taken away from you: white dresses,wings, even existence.Yet I believe you,messengers. There, where the world is turned inside ...
No, it won't do, my sweet theologians. Desire will not save the morality of God. If he created beings able ...
Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold. The purest light of the celestial dome has burned me through. And ...
It is true, our tribe is similar to the bees, It gathers honey of wisdom, carries it, stores it in ...
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne. So many words, so much paper, who can stand it. I told ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A Fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
Where does evil come from? It comes from man always from man only from man - Tadeusz Rozewicz Alas, dear ...
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence. Yet I believe you, messengers. There, where the world ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...
When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset. The true ...
Human reason is beautiful and invincible. No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books, No sentence of banishment can ...
When everything was fine And the notion of sin had vanished And the earth was ready In universal peace To ...
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